Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 159

When it came to this kind of thing, men seemed to be very sensitive about it.

Feeling my change, Patrick began to continue what he was doing.

When I had already persuaded myself, I thought of Seth.

As for why I would think of him at such a time, I had no idea.

My absent- mindedness was immediately discovered by Patrick. He lowered his head and looked at me as he twitched his eyebrows deeply, asking, "Who are you thinking about?"

I was surprised!

Instead of asking me what I was thinking about, he asked me who I was thinking about.

"Could it be that he is proficient in mind reading?"

When I suspiciously looked at him, Patrick suddenly grabbed my arm hard. And his eyes were full of coldness.

We looked at each other. Patrick looked at me as if he wanted to see through everything inside my body.

A moment later, he suddenly got up and went to the bathroom without ever looking back.

Soon, I heard the sound of the shower.

I sat on the bed and looked at the bathroom in a daze. I didn't know what was wrong with him.

About half an hour later, Patrick came out of the bathroom as waterdrops were dripping from his hair.

He was naked with his lower body being wrapped in a bath towel. As the moon shone on his muscles, his body shone coldly.

I couldn't see his expression clearly.

I only felt that his aura was colder than the moonlight and hotter than the night.

Seeing him walking to the bedside, I quickly closed my eyes and pretended that I had fallen asleep.

I felt that he sat down and covered me with a thin quilt. Then, he lay down and hugged me.

The faint mint aroma of shampoo drilled into my nostrils, making my heart messy.

I pretended to be calm for fear that he would hear the sound of my wild heartbeating.

I thought he would do something. But in the end, he just hugged me.

In the silent night, I heard a faint sigh above my head.

In the morning, when I got up, Patrick wasn't in the house.

I went into the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror on the washstand. Then I saw another cup on the side.

Inside the cup, there was an electric toothbrush, which was of the same pattern and yet different color as mine.

I was somewhat moved in my heart.

This electric toothbrush was the one that I had bought for Patrick when he had lived in my house. Now it seemed that the toothbrush had had obviously been changed. But the one he used was still the same one.

When I finished brushing my teeth and went out of the bathroom, Patrick happened to push the door open and came in.

He was wearing a sportswear, which was soaked in sweat. The sweat on his hair was sparkling in the sun.

He stood there, exuding an aura that was different from that on usual days.

I stood there in a daze. For a moment, I was a little absent-minded.

He saw me. However, acting like he didn't see me, he passed by me and went into the bathroom.

After that, I heard the sound of the shower again.

"Well... What's wrong with him?"

I took a look at the time and saw that it was time for breakfast. Then I thought that I had never seen him in the dining hall before.

Patrick should be having a meal in a special dining hall.

And I didn't want others to see me with him either.

I made up my mind that while he was still in the shower, I should go out quickly.

I slept late yesterday and woke up early today. So I felt a sharp pain in my eyes.

As I walked, rubbing my eyes, I felt a man suddenly grabbed the hand with which I was rubbing my eyes with a strong force. And then I heard him say, "Why don't you wait for me?"

As I was in a daze, he pulled me to another direction.

"Let me go," I said subconsciously.

Patrick gave me a light look, "If you want to attract all other people here, continue to shout."

His words made me shut up immediately.

He took me into a courtyard of the resort.

Usually, there were people guarding here. And none of us had ever been here.

It turned out that Patrick was living here.

I followed him in. The decoration style of this house here was similar to that of the ones outside. But it was more modern.

Patrick took me to a small dining hall.

The bodyguards were guarding outside. And seven or eight waiters were serving around us.

Soon, all kinds of breakfast was served on the table.

I took a look at the food and saw that I simply couldn't get the same treatment outside.

It reminded me of how an Emperor in the ancient times had his meal in the TV drama.

Throughout the breakfast, I was busy enjoying food. And I didn't say a word to Patrick.

But his face was very pale. And it seemed that he didn't intend to talk to me either.

After breakfast, I had been thinking about my work.

Since I couldn't do my work at night, I had to work hard on it on a tight schedule during the day.

I said to Patrick, "If there's nothing else, I'll go back to my room first."

"I've asked Jeremy to get your laptop. Come here and work with me."

As Patrick spoke, he grabbed my wrist and walked to another room.

"Why?"

"No comment."

For some reason, Patrick was in a bad mood today. After he said that, I shrank my neck. I was so scared that I couldn't even say a word to refute him.

I had no choice but to let him hold my hand.

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It was a high- lying place with three glass walls, which showed the landscape of the resort comprehensively and clearly.

There was a large desk with a computer and documents on it. Moreover, there was an executive hair.

Besides, I saw a table on the side which had been temporarily placed there.

"It seems that I'm going to work here."

After a while, Jeremy fetched my computer and other stuffs over.

I chose a seat facing the outside and began to work.

Patrick was sitting behind me. If I couldn't see him, I wouldn't be thinking about anything else.

"Charlotte Archer, did you have a dream last night?"

Just as I clicked open the software and began to work on the unfinished work last night, I heard Patrick's voice behind me.

"What?" I looked back and saw that he lowered his head while flipping through the documents in his hands.

He didn't even look at me.

He seemed to be asking me a casual question.

"Dream?" I thought about it carefully and shook my head, "No."

After that, Patrick never spoke to me again.

At 12 o'clock in the evening, we went back to the room to sleep together.

I didn't sleep well yesterday. And I was very sleepy now.

So I fell asleep as soon as I lay on the bed.

In a daze, I felt that someone was standing close to me, looking at me. But I couldn't see him with my eyes closed.

But at the same time, it seemed that I could see him.

I could see a pair of clear and gentle eyes.

And I could see the faint smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Seth..." I muttered and reached out to grab something, only to indeed have something in my arms.

It was solid.

Then I heard a man's heavy breath.

I didn't care. When I wanted to go back to sleep, I suddenly felt that someone strangled my neck with a strong force.

I could hardly breathe.

"Well..."

I tried hard to take in fresh air, only to find that it was so difficult.

The pain made me open my eyes extremely reluctantly. And I only saw Patrick sitting on the bed with one hand on my neck and looking at me with his eyes which seemed to be spitting out flames!

I looked at Patrick in pain and said, "You... What are you doing..."

Patrick bowed his head, looked down at me, and asked, "Have you slept with Seth?"